Post by Jelly on Apr 26, 2017 23:29:23 GMT
- Name-
[li]Age-[/li]
6 moons
[li]Rank-[/li]
Apprentice
[li]Clan-[/li]
Waveclan
[li]Description-[/li]
Intermediate blue/cream tortoiseshell with amber eyes.
[li]Appearance-[/li]
Soft and round and small are words one might associate with Crabpaw upon first seeing her. She’s especially diminutive compared to the taller, slimmer, longer builds that are common in Waveclan. The pale, mottled color of her coat only makes her seem smaller, less distinctive. The vast majority of that pelt is a simple solid gray and her back and sides are only barely dashed with flashes of cream. It speckles across her face as well, two small patches above her eyes and across her chin. The boldest bit of cream is a broad stroke across her chest, nearly from shoulder to shoulder – the only place where there is enough concentrated cream to clearly see darker tabby stripes as well. More bands of color, somewhat smaller, splash across her back legs and bits of her belly fur as well. Her eyes are perhaps the most striking part of her, a deep golden amber that stands out stark in her gray face.
[li]Personality-[/li]
Crabpaw is loud. She is opinionated and vocal and willing to share almost any thought that crosses her mind. She has a sharp tongue and quick wit, almost always ready with a comeback or answer, whatever the conversation. Her favorite form of communication is lighthearted bickering. However she’s still figuring out how social cues and how authority and respect fit into how she interacts with others, and she struggles a bit with being too blunt or disrespectful. (She’s had a number of “don’t talk to your mother/father like that” reprimands growing up, but it’s still a process.) Her talkative attitude isn’t all prickly though; she is as outspoken with her affection and appreciation as she is with all her other emotions and she greatly enjoys making others happy or cheering them up when they’re down.
Crabpaw is ambitious, but without focus. She wants to be the Best – the best hunter, the best fighter, the best warrior, the best friend, the best sister, the best daughter… She pushes herself in all of these directions without knowing what she truly wants to be or should be. She has yet to learn that being the best version of herself doesn’t necessarily mean being able to do everything by herself. She can get a bit of tunnel vision when chasing down a (usually self-imposed) goal, neglecting other parts of her life because if she can just do this thing, everything that leads up to it will be worth it. (She certainly has a “the ends justify the means” mindset.) Crabpaw can also be rather harsh on herself when she fails – or when she thinks she has failed – and this includes admitting when she’s wrong.
Crabpaw is independent and doesn’t like asking for help. She can cooperate with others, sure – the clan life is built on cooperation – but if she is given a task then she believes that she should be able to complete it on her own. Her brother, Carppaw, is an interesting exception to this, mostly because Crabpaw tends to think of him as an extension of herself. They’re best friends and do everything they can together. (And it helps that any time Crabpaw has an interesting idea, Carppaw is willing to go along for the ride with her!) Even then, there are times when Crabpaw is too stubborn or prideful to ask even her brother for help, especially if there’s any air of competition about. Crabpaw is rather competitive and is varying degrees of a sore loser, depending on the situation.
[li]History-[/li]
Honeyscale and Fogstripe were fast friends from a young age. Despite their age difference (Fogstripe was finishing his apprentice training not long after Honeyscale started hers) they could often be found together and whenever they had the chance to pair up, they would. As time passed and they grew older, various other cats would gossip or ask them if they were mates – something they both adamantly denied. Neither of them felt any romantic attraction or attachment to the other, but they were each other’s closest friend. Further down the line however, Honeyscale decided she wanted to have kits but still had no mate or anyone she wanted to be her mate. So she tentatively asked Fogstripe if he would father her kits, and after deliberation and discussion he agreed and they came to the conclusion that just because they weren’t mates didn’t mean they couldn’t be a family.
When little Crabkit and Carpkit were born, everything just fell into place. Honeyscale loved being a mother and doted on her kits as much as she could, and when they had grown a little older and Honeyscale was comfortable letting him around, Fogstripe would stop by regularly to play and spend time with them. Little Crabkit especially loved hearing her father talk about his warrior duties and just the territory outside the camp in general.
Crabkit and Carpkit were thick as thieves, and (with Crabkit as the admitted instigator) they got into quite creative kinds of trouble during their later moons trapped in the camp. (Thankfully nothing was too far out of the realm of usual kit shenanigans, nothing that would get them into more long-term trouble.) It was a relief to everyone when they finally reached their sixth moon and could start their training – getting them out of the camp and putting their boundless energy to good use.
[li]Family-[/li]
Mother: Honeyscale – Foreign fawn/cream tortoiseshell with green eyes. 35 moons
Father: Fogstripe – Intermediate gray classic tabby with white paws and locket and yellow eyes. 45 moons
Siblings: Carppaw (brother) – Foreign fawn mackerel tabby with amber eyes. 6 moons
Mate: None
Kits: None
Extended: Haywhisker (grandfather), Beescale (great aunt), and Beescale’s extended family
[li]Genetics-[/li]
Oo, Bbl, dd, aa, Ttb, ww, ss, Ll
Tortoiseshell, black carrying cinnamon, dilute, solid, carrying (broken) mackerel tabby and classic tabby, no epistatic white, no white spotting, short hair carrying long hair[/ul]
